i don't really even particularly "love" this song... but i was just overwhelmed this morning, by how much i don't understand; how much doesn't make sense to me and how to make decisions for the present leading to the future (not to mention, the things that i think i want or need or the things i never asked for but are still given to me) and finally ( Read more... )

( thinking )

Last Sunday officially marked my very last Sunday, leading the kids at NCBC.

Have i mentioned that this is really freaking h a r d yet?

( SABBATH? ..what's that? )

Monday evening,

i watched yet another reason why i like trees. i'm thinking that they're the tallest organic piece of nature that can have the last bit of sun touching its living, breathing tips, while being rooted/firmly planted and sunk into the dirt of the ground. What else other than a tree can claim that? Everything around me was in shade ( Read more... )

i wish i had nothing. That way, when people came to me in need of things, i wouldn't have to wrestle with this 'what is and what isn't enough' to give. Even giving time isn't nearly enough to satisfy human-life-need. If i didn't have anything, then my time would be the richest thing i could give. i'm feeling the weight of hunger and homelessness, ( Read more... )

What hope do we have for wholesome communication when we enter a difficult conversation already tired and discouraged? What will we do when we struggle with our own bitterness, when we are angry or struggling with wanting our own way? What will help us when we feel falsely accused, unappreciated, unnoticed, or taken for granted? ...

You know how it ( Read more... )

Oh mama.
i saw something very pretty this afternoon.
Drops Like Stars
(the book)

i want to write a book
with pictures.
Can i? Please?

Early on, Stalin built a village in Poland called Nowa Huta, or "New Town," to demonstrate the promise of communism. He could not change the entire country at once, he said, but he could construct one new town with a shiny steel factory, spacious apartments, plentiful parks, and broad streets as a token of what would follow. Later, Now Huta became ( Read more... )

( You live, you _____ )

In my experience, rejoicing and gladness are not the first images that come to mind when people think of the church. They think of holier-than-thous. They think of church as a place to go after you have cleaned up your act, not before. They think of morality, not grace. "Church!" said the prostitute, "Why would I ever go there? I was already ( Read more... )